Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.